Mother in Law Takes Command
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - My wife was away; I decided to take a leisurely bath and pleasure myself. As I lay in the bath enjoying my moment, I opened my eyes and saw my mother-in-law looking down at me.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction InLaws
It was Wednesday morning; Gillian had just left, and I was in the shower getting ready for a possible visit from Sylvia, Gillian’s mother. Earlier I had used my Skull Buster razor to remove any growth in my crotch; it is very efficient and leaves no stubble. I hate stubble in the crotch; it can leave a nasty impression on anyone who goes there. I had shaved my pubis and then my upper and inner thighs; finally, my cock and balls. Holding my cock out of the way, I ran the razor over my balls, covering each one several times, and then finally my cock; shaving my cock was helped by the hard-on that I had in anticipation of the visit.
After a shave I usually had a nice firm hard-on, and I masturbated, often using my non-dominant left hand, as it felt less like me that way and helped fuel my fantasies. Not today; today I had to resist those temptations. I pulled my foreskin fully back and soaped my cockhead, the sensation wild enough to almost make me cum on the spot.
I held back; I stopped washing when I got close, only resuming when things had calmed enough. I gave my arse a good wash, using a finger to ensure I was clean inside and out, and then I turned the showerhead to a needle and drove all the soap residue off me. Satisfied that my cleanliness was complete, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a clean bath sheet. I wanted no deodorant or perfume on me; they often had an unpleasant taste on the tongue. No, I didn’t want that, and also, I wanted to smell of myself, not soaps or perfumes. I loved sex with Gillian after we had both showered; her taste was divine; it needed no enhancing.
I brushed my teeth, rinsed and left the bathroom. I was just wondering how long I should wait when I heard the front door unlock and then open. There are only three keyholders: myself, Gillian, and her mother, Sylvia. Gillian always calls when opening the door; there was no calling. I took the towel and folded it and placed it on my chair and lay on the bed, on my back, my cock pointing straight at the ceiling. I heard treads on the stairs; the bedroom door opened more, and in stepped Sylvia. She was wearing a trench coat-style gabardine, the belt tied, not buckled. I could see her stockings below and the tall stiletto heels of a call girl.
“Good, you are ready.” She produced a crop from seemingly nowhere and swished it over my cock, thankfully missing. “Don’t move,” she said, swishing the crop again.
She untied the belt and opened her trench coat. Underneath I could see that she was only wearing underwear. A black bra held up her breasts, a magnificent cleavage glistening in between. A black three-strap suspender belt held up her stockings, and a pair of almost sheer black knickers completed the outfit. She shrugged her shoulders, and her trench coat slipped down her arms to the floor. She stood with her legs apart, her knickers stretched tight over her crotch.
“Jesus, Sylvia, and you say Phil doesn’t get turned on? My god, he is a lump of wood.”
“No, Anders, a lump of nice hard wood I could use; Phil, not so much.” She ran the end of the crop along the length of my cock and then gave a small flick. It barely touched my cock, but the heat from the strike was tremendous.
She turned the crop around and ran the handle end along her fanny crease, pushing her knickers inside her valley, and when she reached her fanny, she pushed the handle inside herself along with a good helping of her knickers. It was obscene, and my cock felt like it was going to explode. She pulled the handle out and pointed it at me.
“Suck it.” I wasn’t going to argue; I ran my tongue around the end of the crop handle, tasting her. Her flavour and aroma assaulted my tongue and nose.
“Much like sucking my fanny.” She said, then pulled it away and licked it herself, “Hhm, simmering, not yet at the boil.”
She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her head almost to the ceiling. “Lick”, she commanded and crouched down, her knees bending and her knicker-covered fanny touching my nose. I went to raise my hands to move her knickers and received a sharp strike from the crop. “No hands.”
I tried to work my tongue inside her knickers to get to her fanny, but the knickers were still pushed inside her. I grabbed at a wrinkle with my teeth and started pulling them out. As I pulled, another wrinkle became available, and I pulled at that instead. Each wrinkle of cloth that I pulled was wetter than the previous; each tasted and smelt of Sylvia.
I managed to get her whole gusset in my mouth, and I pulled it to one side, finally providing me with access to her valley. My tongue slipped between her labia, tasting her heady yet salty sweet secretions. She gurgled a little when my tongue reached her clitoris and even more when I pressed at it with my nose. My tongue was in her labia trench. I pursed my lips and sucked on one of her labia, pulling it into my mouth before releasing it and then running my wet tongue to her other labium to suck on it.
I moved along her valley, alternating between sucking on one labium and then the other, getting closer to her entrance, while the gusset of her knickers stretched across one side of my face. As I reached her entrance, I ran my tongue around the rim of her fanny and then pushed in as far as I could. I then sucked with all my might, as if trying to suck her fanny inside out.
Sylvia pulled away and stood up straight, still straddling my face and looking directly at me. “Don’t disappoint Anders; don’t disappoint.”
She stepped back and crouched again, using my cock to move her knickers to one side. She sank and engulfed my cock. Jesus, that felt wonderful. She was wet, and my cock just slid in with little resistance, my foreskin sliding back as I reached her depth.
Looking down, I could see the crinkle of her arse, and just below that, her fanny was engorged and pressed wide around my cock. I reached down and took her buttocks in my hands and started easing them apart and closing them, her crinkle opening and closing a little, almost winking at me. Sylvia raised herself a little; more of my cock came into view, her fanny lips almost kissing it as I moved her buttocks.
I raised my hips a little, pushing my cock inside her and pressing up as hard as I could. I then relaxed, my cock coming back out, but only as far as Sylvia allowed; she had been careful not to give me too much freedom. I fucked back into her, pulling her buttocks far apart as I did, and then as I withdrew, I relaxed her buttocks, her crinkle closing as I did so.